The task object always does not follow the routine [Quick Pass]

Chapter 23

However, Bai Jin didn't let him fool him with a smile, and stared at him with those big round eyes: "Master, would you do this?"

Mu Rong was a little uncomfortable being stared at by him. In fact, most of the time he didn't like the way Bai Jin looked at him. It was persuasive and made him flustered.

Moving his gaze to the side, Murong pretended to be careless and said: "After all, we are master and apprentice, this distance is a bit close, if the master of the Bai family finds out, you will not be able to please."

After saying that, Mu Rong's eyes wandered away for a while, and when he returned to the present, he was taken aback by Bai Jin who was approaching him.The distance between them is too close now, so close that he hardly dares to move his mouth anymore, for fear that he will take the initiative to kiss him in the next second.

However, Bai Jin moved, and lightly, like a dragonfly touching water, he planted a kiss on his lips.No, it's not a kiss, just a light kiss.

With this posture, Bai Jin's bright black eyes were full of injuries: "Master, A Rong, you said you would take responsibility for me. Why do you want to avoid me now?"

Mu Rong was forced to look at him helplessly, "Ah Jin, that matter is over, besides, you haven't been hurt by me at all, have you? Then where does this responsibility come from?"

"But I'm already yours! No matter what, we have the reality of husband and wife, and we should be husband and wife. Master, don't treat me like this..." Bai Jin hugged Mu Rong tightly and buried his head On his chest, the tone was weak, like a baby who was afraid of losing its mother, crying.

Mu Rong couldn't bear to see him like this, hugged him and patted his back, sighed: "Forget it, I will try to stay by your side as much as possible, but Ah Jin, you have grown up, so don't let your parents down on you."

"I will, Master, as long as you don't leave me, don't alienate me."

In the end, Mu Rong could only nod in agreement.

Father Bai and the others arrived at the right time, the martial arts conference was held the day after they arrived in Wuwei City.Since there was no invitation card, they could only sleep out at the inn, which made Bai Jin heave a sigh of relief.

The martial arts conference was as grand and lively as ever. People from the thirty sects were more or less crowded in the east courtyard.

According to the usual rules, the general martial arts conference will have three days of competition. On the first day, ten martial arts will be selected, and on the second day, three martial arts will be selected. The third day will be the final. The leader of the alliance will officially take over the Wulin League in October.

Therefore, these three days will be the most lively and exciting three days in Juxian Villa.

Mu Rong and Bai Jin came late, and the good seats were almost taken up, so they could only stand on the periphery, listening to the people beside them chattering loudly.

At this time, a long-lost cry suddenly came from above the head: "Xie Daxia, Ah Jin, come here, come here~"

The two looked up and saw that it was Father Bai and the others.They came quite early, and although the location they chose was not very good, it was much better than the place where the two of them stood just now.

After the meeting between the two parties, Bai Jin was pulled over by his mother to "greeting", while Father Bai pulled Mu Rong and said words of gratitude over and over again.

"...Fortunately, you are here, Daxia Xie, otherwise my silly son would be gone!"

"I'm really grateful to you, Daxia Xie. I didn't expect my Sky Sect to participate in the martial arts conference. It's really thanks to you."

"Xie Daxia, you have worked really hard in the past ten years, and it is really difficult for you to stay with me for so long. If I don't say anything, I really feel sorry for you. Well, you can mention whatever you want, as long as it is me. It can be done."

What does Mu Rongneng want, left and right are going to leave this world, and the only thing that worries him is Bai Jin.

"I don't really want anything, I just hope that you can treat Bai Jin well. He can achieve something now, if he can achieve results in the martial arts conference, then I can retire with peace of mind."

"Xie Daxia, you want to leave?" Old Bai looked at him in surprise.

"Yeah, I'm a loner. I'm not used to wandering around. Besides, Bai Jin is fine now." Mu Rong's eyes softened a little when he looked at Bai Jin, with a look of satisfaction on his face. "I have taught him everything I can teach him, so it will depend on his own creation in the future."

Father Bai nodded his head half-understood, at this time the gongs and drums were beating on the stage, and Qi Tian stood in front of the stage and began to speak.

"Everyone, before the official start of the conference, please allow me to chatter a few more words. Thanks to the great love of the leader of the Wulin League, this meeting will be held in Bizhuang. Therefore, I, Qi Tian, ​​must be responsible for the trust of the leader. We must be responsible for everyone's safety! That's why I stipulate that no one is allowed to die during the competition!"

"Of course, I also know that swords have no eyes, and death and injury are inevitable, so you'd better sign a death contract first. But the ugly thing is that signing a death contract cannot be used as a guarantee for wanton cruelty. The current few masters are judges. , with their eyesight, I believe that you will not do anything opportunistic."

"Okay, that's the end of the talk, I won't go into details, the martial arts conference has officially started!"

As soon as Qi Tian's words fell, a huge copper gong was sounded loudly, and the sound spread round and round, almost spreading throughout Wuwei City.

This year's martial arts conference adopts the melee mode. Representatives of thirty sects stand on the ring together, staring at every enemy around them.

Since it was the first round, Mu Rong was sent in for Cang Qiong.

Bai Jin stood on the periphery, even though he wasn't on the stage, his heart was still beating fast because of nervousness, his eyes were fixed on Mu Rong, and he was unwilling to relax for a moment.

Father Bai and the others also looked at Murong nervously, clenching their fists tightly.

No one on the field moved first, and everyone seemed to be thinking about the policy of "If the enemy does not move, I will not move". However, this situation will not last long after all, and the disciples of the Cangsong Sect couldn't help it.

The slender, soft sword was like a thin snake, moving through the sea of ​​people with ease, absorbing everyone's blood.Of course, not many people were attracted, just a few people, all of whom were kicked out because they didn't defend themselves.

Now that someone moved, the scene became chaotic. Murong raised his sword to block a man holding a machete, then rolled over and avoided a man with a hammer.

Thirty people seemed a little sparse on the huge platform, so when the scuffle started, the number of people who fell was very large and very fast.

It was only at the beginning that there was no incense, and a dozen of them had already suffered serious injuries.As long as five or six people are eliminated, the remaining ten people will be today's winners.

So, who are these five or six people?

Several eyes met together vaguely, and they fell on Mu Rong, who was dressed more conspicuously.

Well, one of them has Murong.

Mu Rong said it was funny. Could it be that in their eyes, he is so easy to pinch like a soft persimmon?

The author has something to say: I’m sorry everyone, I’m a bit late today, I overslept (●°u°●)??」